Just when I think they are wearing me down and I have no more yeah-fuck-yews in me.

I surprise myself.

I’m quite a resilient person…I think most of us are.

We have to be.

Some just bounce back faster than others.

Me?

I bounce back pretty hard and fast.

Usually.

Now I know most people aren’t as clever with the common sense as my good self but BUGGERMEDEADDRUNK I’ve never seen anything like IT. The stupidity and the inconsideration. And IT surrounds me. Day in and day out. At home and at work…I was going to add at play into the mix but I don’t get enough of that.

I said to the husband, after he mentioned about staying here another year…well you better take me to a doctor then. He laughed. But I’m kinda dead serious. I don’t think I can take much more of the half-quarter-witted actions from my in-laws without some sort of pharmaceutical assistance.

Else I’ll be a bloody blithering idiot.

Yes, I know that would help me fit in more, But.

And it‘s not like I don’t realise and truly appreciate the opportunity we are being given. Living rent free in CrazyClaude and EvilEvelyn‘s [my parents-in-law’s] house. Yes we buy food and household items, pay the phone and internet bill and help out on others, we cook [nearly every meal], we clean, I launder, we garden and mow lawns [I swear the husband is going to send us broke with all the plant and tree ordering he's been doing…the little garden fairy that he is]…It’s just harder than I hoped it would be. Especially for me. I have no outlet to vent…well except on the husband and even then I have to make sure it’s not BiPolarBarry I’m talking to. It’s the husbands family so he CAN get his bitch-on and give them a serve when he gets pissed off enough. Me? It’s not my place or my family to do so.

I can be headache and neck-pain free all day at work but soon as I start the journey “home”. My neck and shoulders start to bunch up and ache, which in turn travels up my head til it starts pounding away like a sailor on a prossie after eight months at sea.

It’s the reality…the factuality of walking back into Here.

I know it is.

So Hey Doc! Pass me the HappyPills…the generic form of course… and let me get on over the next year. Please.